This City is a mess today. I think St Patrick's Day in Manhattan is our Mardi Gras. My bus ride home took over an hour because traffic between 42nd St and 57th Street was at a complete standstill. The "Irish" (how many actually are Irish?) in colorful slly green costumes and hats - where do they find this getup? - are out in full force amd blocking the streets and intersections, and I suspect many of them are already looped. I believe some of them were looped at 10 am this morning. The No 7 bus was primarily empty all the way uptown, so I felt no guilt for taking up two seats with all of the scores for BABES IN TOYLAND, magazines from 1903 and 1904, and a few books. Tomorrow, I will go in, pick up as many books as I can, and put my name in all the ones there that I cannot take.
I have some duplicates of books that I needed at the office and home, like the Joseph Kaye and Edward Waters biographies of Victor Herbert, and I'll leave them there with some books I don't care about getting back, but I will put my name in everything. I may have to go back on Saturday morning for a few more, but I would like to clear out all that I want tomorrow.